As far back as 4-5 years old I remember wearing my mom’s clothes. I loved my mom and wanted to be her. I was completely without shame in my early attempts to wear and be affirmed in these simple articles of clothing. After all I was an innocent to societal views that said, “NO.” Of…
Author: The Making Of Self
Gender Burns California Alive
The wildfires consuming California and Oregon are horrific ecological disasters. One also represents an ironic example of how the gender binary represses, maims, kills and is forever, (pardon the pun) burning humanity alive. The San Bernardino National Forest blaze was set by a gender reveal pyrotechnics mishap. Tens of thousands of acres set ablaze by…
The Lost Boys
I find it fascinating that whenever we speak of atrocities large and small, historic or present day, we always speak in generalized terms. Using words and phrases that cast the whole of societies and nations as participants in those horrors. I’m not sure if this is lost on historians or the public at large, but…
The Moment We Fall Is When Life Begins
Alas, in what has to be the most ironic twists of my life. Even though she had fallen for me and the life’s worth of masculinity I had just below the surface, she only saw me as woman. As she calmly said…
Life’s Little Reminders
Isn’t it funny how we can go about our lives on cruise control; daily tasks finding us spread thin at best and other times just along for the ride with no rhyme or apparent reason. There are however those moments where for reasons unknown one of those blurred pieces of our world comes into focus….
Epiphanies Have No Boundaries
Oh this ones got a penis, put him in this little clear box right here!’ And so forth for the keeper of a vagina. Our very understanding of the human condition is predicated on what’s between our legs, not what rests in our hearts. In our minds.
A Poem For…
Then a day knee deep in the fray, her path met a wide eyed traveler with much to say. So comfortable it was that without hesitation she invited them in. After all how often does one get to meet their celestial twin.
Three Fearless Loves
How do I help. What do I do. When will I learn how to pass love to all of you. My desire from the blue, to write a song, letter or poem that’s true. Thin from air the words like a bird fly. Salty are the tears they bring to the eyes.
A Moment In Time
And so it was three years today. June 2, 2014. The day for which my life, however it continues to unfold, will forever find its birth. For in that moment I was born. Without a clue of what was happening, and more awake than I had ever been. Boggles the mind to think just how…
Yes Indeed there was no more doubt, gosh I think they even had a little pout!
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